Lyrics:

Sextons of the churchyard

Have seen unblessed things;

Ground no longer hallowed

Has sprouted new graves.



Descendants of clan

That unsurped maternity

hear whispers in their blood;

This summons of the Fathers.



Adherence to the principle

Of 'man by woman born'...

Anachronistic ritual

Soon to be obsolete.



'Forgive me Father

For I know not what I do;

My grave beckons

As irresistable as drawing breath.'



Nature abhors a vacuum,

The same is true to a tomb...

It cannot be empty.

A barren womb of plenty...

A vacant grave must be filled.

For this the Fathers' will,

Material birth be abjure,

A mother's cunt is unpure.



Sired in blasphemy,

In nocturnal obeisance to rotted hearts

Filled with necrolatry

Reverse the life cycle be reborn through Death.



'Forgive me Father

For I know not what I do;

I leave a void to fill one,

Hear my prayers from far below.'